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[treading_dawn]

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

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[called_lioness]

Lucy has not, but she's here now, and sitting next to him, content to merely be at his side.

It is comfortable.

[treading_dawn]

The great head turns, and a deep rumbling voice speaks.

"And so we meet again, Lucy, Queen of Narnia."

[called_lioness]

"Yes. I've missed you," she answers truthfully, knees pulled to her chest.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats, wrapped up in tea and his own thoughts, nearly misses the Lion.

However, then he ... doesn't.

"Er--"

Niiiiiiice Jesuskitty.

Gooooooood Jesuskitty.

[treading_dawn]

The great head turns toward him, golden eyes fixing him in place.

"Fear not, child. I mean you no harm."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Like Oats was really even thinking about moving.




"... Oberon?"

Admittedly, the voice is different.

Kinder.

Or rather ... powerful. But powerful in the sort of way that comes from strength and nobility and beauty, rather than being secure in the knowledge that you could break every bone in a person's body if you really wanted to.

[intherightline.livejournal.com]

Aravis just stares. She can't not.

She'll have the little white cat back, please.

[treading_dawn]

The great head turns, and the jaws open, showing a hint of sharp teeth.

"Greetings, daughter."

[intherightline.livejournal.com]

She squares her shoulders, not in the least missing the teeth, but breaks her gaze away first of the two. His eyes are terrible. She feels she'll fall into them and, more terrible still, that she would feel better for it.

Temptation. Just as they warn from the burning altars of Tash, of Azaroth. He will steal her soul.

"They say you are a demon." He's looking right at her. No point in being evasive. (Besides, he'd know.)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

It is a lion.

It is a beautiful lion; and Mary is caught between caution and pure shiny-eyed admiration. Because it is a lion.






If it tramples her, they'll have a problem.

[treading_dawn]

Aslan shakes out his mane, golden eyes closing momentarily.

Then they open again, fixed unerringly on Mary.

"Well met, Daughter of Eve."

His voice is warm and deep, only hinting at the rumble of thunder hidden beneath.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"- I can understand you," Mary says, and her solemn face is startled into a smile.

Not you can talk; that's not the surprise.

. . and then, because she is still after all Mary, she adds, "My mother's name was Rose."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn's had a friend come to Milliways today, and is glad indeed of that. The friend in question is out in the woods at the moment, staring at the trees as if he expects them to vanish should he blink. It's Quinn's job to get the blankets just now, and he's doing that.

.... when he's not blinking at a motion in the shadows, a bit of sheen unlike anything he's seen in long years of running and fortifying against the fire from the skies.

[treading_dawn]

A voice, low and resonant and warm, speaks from the shadows, and a great tawny head tilts into the light.

"Greetings and well met, Son of Adam. You have done well, indeed, to find this place."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"........................"




He's never heard that voice before, not in all his life; but he knows that voice, the way he knew grass and trees and the fearless open sky- all the things he'd lost.

And he knows that face, and those words-

The blankets he was carrying drop from his suddenly nerveless fingers.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard wanders past, then stops and backs up a few steps. "Okay," he says after a moment. "Don't eat me, okay? I have enough people who want to do that."

He's too hungover to care about how dumb such a request might sound towards any large predator, but he figures he might as well try.

[treading_dawn]

The deep voice is amused, rumbling in what might almost be called a purr.

"And have you given me reason for such a thing, Son of Adam?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

The lion talks. He isn't sure if this is a good or bad thing yet.

"...Teeth and claws?" he offers lamely after a moment. "And the fact that I've been chased by animals that wanted to kill me before."

[jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com]

Robbie's trying not to get noticed.

Really trying.

However he just has to stop and stare when he spots the...thing in the corner.

"...Woah!"

You have to understand, most lions in Robbie's world are dead. Africa is gone, and all that remains are maybe the statues that sit out in front of buildings in the nether.

He should know fear probably, but he doesn't.

Cue a child with a bit of a staring problem.

[treading_dawn]

Aslan's voice, deep and rumbling though it is, is also capable of being almost gentle.

And so it is in this moment.

"Well met, indeed, Son of Adam."

[smallestopener]

"Oh! A lion!" Ingress hurries over and stands before Aslan. She waves, excited. She's never seen a lion here before. "Hi."

[treading_dawn]

The tip of Aslan's tail twitches quietly, and golden eyes are warm indeed when they regard Ingress.

"Hello and well met, child of Below."

[payshisdebts]

There are two lions in the bar -- maybe even more. Tyrion is called a lion -- lion cub, by the rude. Imp, too. Still, the grousing dwarf was going to go to that table over there, before he caught the sight that made him STARE.

"... there's something you don't see every day. Tame lions in bars."

Oh, how wrong he is.

[treading_dawn]

"You are partly right, child of lions."

Aslan's head turns to regard the dwarf.

"But best be wary of which part."

The rumble in his voice is sharper, now, almost a growl. Though there is amusement in it, as well.

[necessary_child]

Sam, sitting in a corner and sipping his coffee, eyes the Lion warily. He's aware that he should know something about this particular Lion, and equally aware that this is not at all your average creature. He doesn't like being aware of his ignorance.